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I fall IN Love again ...

My old heart flutters like young
I fall in love
Again
It is summer, but the skies darken unseasonal
A tear hits my cheeks as .....



......the first drop hits the earth
                                                   I hear the rain fall gentle
                                                                             on a lonely rooftop..
I turn on  a lonely switch,
                                     hasten to a lonelier window
I look the calender, the rain's unseasonal.
so you must be somewhere near
I hear the distant whirr
I fall in love again


I remember....
Skies break into unseasonal rains.... 
every time we meet
I remember the first time the skies broke...
I with the mischief of youth claim it
 Nature's signature on our love
You smile at my secret 
 A silence veiling it all
The second time the skies break unseasonal
  clasping hands tight
I see you become a man
I smile  your secret
I remember...
You watched me sleep
Noiselessly watching so the moments last
I know you will look away
when I wake up....
I know destiny shall decide
 I know the dreams shall last this rain 
                                                                But not another
The comfort of moments beyond
A lifetime
The gentle beat of young hearts
I live alone,I hold the door knob,
And feel the cold brass
hit my old flesh
I startle at the old warmth
As the memory of a young man's hand

Closed over mine, a rain ago
I fall in love again

I become a young woman again
Young of years gone by
 Like the rain
unseasonal, unacknowledged
I fall in love again
I know the sands hold
                       ' just' my footprints
But I know with every rain
                                                         I fall in love again.

A poem written in memory of one of the most beautiful love stories I heard from someone old yet young at heart.

2 comments:

  1. It makes every reader remember a rain in his / her life.A great writing.

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  2. Oye naughty cat, thank god for your gift so the rest of us can read what we too feel.

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